A ficlet written for a music-inspired fic meme.
The song is "I Kicked A Boy" by The Sundays
Sylar didn't miss Luke.
He didn't miss the constant yammering, the bubble-blowing in his milkshakes, the pie and ice cream, or the questions about how and why.
He didn't miss waiting for Luke to catch up, and having to worry about someone else, and he sure as hell slept better without that soft snore coming from the other bed.
He didn't need anyone, especially not a stupid kid.
“Go home,” he'd said.
Neither of them was sure where that was now.